Prompt- Whumpee Is Thrown To A Monster As A Punishment, The Whumpees Believing It To Be A Death Sentence,

Prompt- whumpee is thrown to a monster as a punishment, the whumpee’s believing it to be a death sentence, but monster caretaker with a human intelligence takes one sniff of whumpee’s rank terror flooding their smell combined with blood and infection, decide that “you’re my responsibility now” and try to nurse them back to health

Bonus points if whumpee, overwhelmed and being manhandled by a monster and fully believing a painful death awaits them, fully starts whimpering and crying like a child. They’re so tired and so scared and it has nowhere to go but out of them

content: nonhuman caretaker, restraints, left for dead

Caretaker was used to being treated like a foul beast. Their appearance wasn’t the nicest thing to look at, their claws and horns reminding the poor humans of something far worse than any animal. They were even used to sacrifices being thrown their way; it was rare, but it happened every once in a while, whenever someone had really made the rest of the village mad.

It was the same thing on that fateful night. They were out hunting for some rabbits when they saw the tied up little thing shivering under a tree. They couldn’t see Caretaker yet — they were too preoccupied with bawling their eyes out and trying to get out of their restraints.

Poor thing. Caretaker slowly approached them, silent as they could be, but their paw hit a dry branch that gave off a resounding crack. Whumpee’s eyes snapped to them and their sobbing became louder. “No! Get away! Please, please, get away! Don’t touch me!”

As human-like in intelligence as Caretaker was, the one thing they couldn’t do was mimic human speech. They could understand it, but they could never reply with any kind and reassuring words of their own.

They sighed, knowing the human was going to freak out even more if they went any closer. But there was no other way, was there? The smell of blood and infected wounds in the air was overwhelming, and Caretaker just couldn’t bring themself to leave them for dead. So they took another step forward.

“Please!” Whumpee cried. “Please! Please, I didn’t do anything wrong, I swear I didn’t, please, get away!”

Caretaker moved as slowly as possible, putting a furry paw on Whumpee’s head when they were finally close enough. They mimicked the way they’d seen humans petting each other for comfort, trying to soothe their charge. It did nothing.

“I just wanna live,” they sobbed. “Please, I just wanna live.”

Caretaker nodded and pulled their paw away, instead hooking a claw under the ropes that kept them bound. Snip. Then another rope. Snip. Whumpee was free within seconds, and they used that to try and crawl away. Caretaker watched with pity. They weren’t going to make it far with those injuries.

Sure enough, Whumpee collapsed a few steps away from Caretaker, their crying intensifying yet more. “Please… Please… Please…”

Caretaker approached them once again, this time committed to just bring Whumpee back to their nest, however panicked they were. Whumpee would understand their intentions at some point. But for now, all they could do was scoop up the ruined little human and carry them back while they cried.

if you have violent intrusive thoughts I love you. if you have sexual intrusive thoughts I love you. if you have bigoted intrusive thoughts I love you. you are not your thoughts and you are worthy of love and care and help and affection. you are not a monster you’re a person going through it and that’s okay

handholding

Whumpy Things I Like Part II:

Kneeling with hands bound behind their back.

The instant freeze, when they feel a gun to their head.

Whimpering/ shivering in pain and fear.

Grabbing a whumpee by the throat, but the hand around the neck isn't choking, more just a show of power and control.

“Leave them alone”/“ hurt me instead”/“I’m the one you want”: self sacrificing, to save someone.

The muffled cries of pain behind a gag.

Whumper coming up behind, and startling a blindfolded whumpee.

Willingly giving themselves up, letting the whumper cuff them/take them away.

Rubbing their sore wrists, when they're finally un cuffed.

Whumpee being held back by the arms, when trying to get to a loved one.

Being held down by whumpers on both sides, face to the floor.

Flinching at the crack of a whip.

Being dragged by the hair.

Begging quietly, muttering under their breath to themselves, and whumper says, “what did you say?”

Curling up into a ball, arms protectively to their head/face, when being beaten/kicked.

Being chained to the ceiling, arms drawn above their head, straining painfully.

When the whumpee has someone they trust so much they always instinctively turn to them when in distress or pain. They get shot or stabbed or feel a poison kicking in and they're immediately turning to their person. Scared or confused eyes looking for the ones they'd always feel safest with.

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